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Corporal Trevor "Havoc" Smith had seen some shit in his days. The Belgian Malinois was lithe, athletic, a prime example of his species, with a pelt of black and sabel that was a pedigree of his breeding. He'd been born for this job, and he excelled at it, joining the ranks of the military police as soon as he was out of college. Hell, he even cut an intimidating figure in his full camouflage getup as he made his rounds of the base buildings, occasionally scanning the dark with his flashlight.

Boy though, had he seen some shit.

He'd seen new recruits try to skip base and run home with their tails between their legs. He'd seen officers shouting and thinking they were above the law after a night on the town when he'd been sent to clean them up from the bars on a leave pass. He'd seen crazy-eyed insurgents ram concrete barriers in a car before exploding into bits. Hell, he'd even broken up a fight between a pair of engineers wielding 600lb torque wrenches like swords.

What he hadn't seen before, was some upstart rookie in a back alley, trying to sneak in a quicky with one of the local harlots between barracks buildings. The second he spotted them, he rushed into the alley to block them off before they could try and make a dash for freedom.

"Oi! You two, stay right there! Military police!"

Not at all like he'd expected, the dark-furred kitsune and the little tan lioness he was busy railing against the wall didn't at once flip out like a possum in the headlights and try to flee. Heck, the male didn't even bother trying to hurriedly make himself decent, pants still around his ankles.

The male kitsune just sighed like he was annoyed at the interruption, and with a yank, pulled himself back from the squirming little female held against the wall with a messy pop and a gush of dripping liquid that spattered onto the concrete of the narrow back alleyway. It dripped from her thighs, her mouth ajar and panting, eyes still in that distant, far off place somewhere between an incredible, star exploding climax and entirely fucked silly.

Her dress was shoved in a pile on top of one of the crates stacked beside them, a silky pile of green with a dress jacket tucked beneath it. She was tan and cream pelted with stipes of a light leather brown, and entirely nude from her large, fur-tufted ears, to her feet still locked behind the male's back. Her round, full rack of DD cup tits were on full display, nipples pink, perk, and bearing telltale bite marks from the male who had been interrupted in ravishing her.

He lowered her slowly onto the box beneath her rump, letting the mess dripping from her heat enflamed sex stain the wood. The entire alley had the distinct aroma of a rough fucking to it. Whoever these two were, it certainly wasn't their first tryst of the night.

"Alright, against the wall, hands where I can-" He started but was just as quickly interrupted by the black and white-painted kitsune with the strange red dividing fur that marked him as not quite entirely a fox, despite the similarities in stature. Normal foxes didn't have a brace of tails sprouting from their asses.

"Corporal, you really don't want to-" He began, but the Malinois was having absolutely zero of the smooth-talking fuck.

Havoc snapped at him, gnashing his teeth and growling in a show of intimidation. The kitsune raised his paws and took a step back.

"Against the wall! What's your name? What's your unit?"

"Carcer, Colonel, and I'm-"

"Nnnghh... Foxy! Why'd you have to- Oh... Hello. Friend of yours?" The lioness groaned before noticing their company, looking between the singlet wearing kitsune and Havoc himself, in his full camouflage uniform.

"Not quite-" Carcer said with a roll of his eyes, and Havoc snapped at him again, before looking at the lioness.

She was short, and her boy toy was tall... but even so, he was a vulpine. Havoc was certain he could take him easily enough. Probably an infantry grunt, maybe an NCO by his lack of fucks given who thought he could pull rank to get out of an indecency charge, among other things...

"Yeah, you're a Colonel and I'm on my way to Commando selection. This is a restricted area. How'd the civilian girl get in here? You should be in your rack trooper."

"We're aware, Corporal. I was helping my dear lady here with an itch she needed scratching, and since I had no friends to help her, she came to find me. Now that you're here though, perhaps... there is a more agreeable deal we could make in exchange for your discretion on this matter. It's a lot of paperwork neither of us wants to do after all, and she is a very needy cat."

It seemed like the first lines of a badly written porno. Havoc wasn't so green as to fall for that shit.

"Uh-huh, likely story... And what, you'd just let him pawn you out like that for a get out of jail card?" One paw was reaching for his sidearm, but the other was rubbing his angled jaw. The lioness stretched herself back until her shoulders were touching the cool brick wall behind her, tail draped over the side of the box and almost touching the ground with its large, fluffy tip. That enticing waft of heat scent hit him like a truck when she wafted her tail in his direction.

"I mean..." Her eyes were sharp, narrowed to dagger-like slits scanning him up and down, and certainly not like someone assessing a threat. Her mismatched Topaz and Emerald irises fluttered seductively behind her eyelashes.

"You're not one of the usual gang, but... If you can behave yourself..." She let the sentence trail off as she parted her thighs invitingly, her hips scooted to the edge of the crate. The scent of raw, needy lust hit his nostrils again, at once making his pupils go wide with hunger. That was the look she was giving him now. Not some kitten caught in the act. She was eyeing him like a predator eyeing its next meal.

"On one condition, Corporal..." Carcer interrupted. The black Malinois whipped his head around, growling to silence the damn fox. The clip covering his sidearm came loose.

"Lose the clothes. That way, we're all on equal footing here... Fair is fair, but if you draw that, the night is going to end far less enjoyably." He reached over to the pile of clothes as he kicked his pants off, flicking them off his foot into a waiting hand. The other tugged his jacket from the mess of fabric, fishing in his pockets for a cigar.

"How do I know you're not just going to jump me the second I do?" He accused, still wary. It was the lioness who spoke up first.

"Because if he ruins my fun tonight, I'm going to take it out of his tails tomorrow." She growled with a stern glare at the vulpine that seemed to indicate a general tone of 'ruin this for me, and I'll ruin every fuck you ever have after this so help me god.'

Perhaps... Just this once, he could let their indiscretions slide... After all, it had been a while, and the lioness was clearly in need, quietly pawing at the sticky mess between her thighs while she waited for one of them to make the first move already. She mewled in what almost sounded like frustration, and with an approving nod from the kitsune, her foot snuck out, toes curling around Havoc's belt to tug him closer.

"Easy with him kitten. You don't want to scare your playthings off now..."

Havoc ignored the vulpine's amused chuckle, and instead, reached up to grope one of the feline's breasts in each paw while she busied herself removing his clothing. The light fuzz that covered her tits parted around her areola, the firm nubs of her nipples immediately pinched between his forefingers and thumbs, rolling and stroking between his digits.

The lioness gasped and arched her breasts into his paws, a deep-set purr starting up in her chest. The Malinois hadn't been with a feline before. He was rough and firm with her, fingers gripping and kneading her soft, tan covered tits.

"Ahhh~ That's a good pup. What's your name? I'm Shadi." She sighed with a breathy moan, her head rolling back as she enjoyed the pleasurable touch.

"Trevor."

"Would you like to fuck her Trevor? She's been whining like a queen in heat all night, and I need a minute to finish this stogie... Though careful. She bites." The vulpine chuckled from aside the pair, the rich scent of tobacco now fighting with the arousal haze in the small alleyway. Trevor just growled, pressing himself over the short, curvy lioness to push her body down against the box, his hips firmly jammed between her thighs, sheathe and cock mashed against her heat.

"Ha. So do I, and with the charges you two are looking at, you'd best keep quiet. Your pretty thing here is mine for the minute."

Her paws fumbled on his belt for a moment as he grabbed her below her knees, hiking her legs up and apart to curl around his hips, ankles crossing just above the Malinois's tail.

"Ahh, fuck he's big foxy." she gave a sweet moan as his deep red shaft slid along her soaking sex lips, feeling her body part for his girth like a warm, enveloping glove. Her sex sweetly split around his spade-like tapper, inviting him into her hot, tight, needy passage. Moisture, sweet arousal and her last partner's seed cocooned him as his hips gave an involuntary buck, and squeeze from the lioness's thighs about his hips yanked him into the hilt.

"Thick too... Ahhh~"

"Grrrr~ You think that's thick..." Havoc growled out the words, before his paws came down on the cat's shoulders, pinning her down atop the wooden box. She cried out in bliss as his hips started to piston into her like a goddamn machine, a rapid-fire barrage of 'plap-plap-plap-plap' echoing off the brick walls of the alleyway, canine enthusiasm and feral instincts driving him to hump her like any other bitch he'd mounted, fast and hard. He forced her cunt open for him, leaning his muzzle down to nip and bite at the lioness's submissively presented throat. Her voice was naught but whorish moans and gasps.

"Ahhh~ Still not the biggest I've had. Now fuck me like a dog, mutt."

Mutt?! Oh, he was going to show this uppity little queen why dogs beat cats hands-down every time. He bit down on her breast, sharp teeth teasing the sensitive flesh just under her fur while his frenzied thrusts scooted the crate back against the wall. Shadi yelped as his knot slammed into her outer lips, for a moment forcing her body to stretch to its limits before she clammed down hard about him, her eyes screwing shut as she came hard around the stranger's prick, knuckles white.

Her arms flew around him, and needle-sharp claws dug into his back while she rocked her hips back onto him, breathing in rapid pants through her nostrils. She was fighting to draw out climax as long as she could.

A few moments later just as her claws were becoming uncomfortable, her mouth shot open with a gasp, her body falling limp atop the crate while she struggled to pick herself together from the lust puddle the Malinois had just fucked her into.

That was fine. He wasn't going to give her the chance to get mouthy again.

His hips started up again, immediately setting back into that same machinegun pace, as relentless with his tempo as his instructors had been on ten-mile runs. There were no pauses, no slowdowns, just the merciless cadence of wet slapping between bodies as his knot tried to force its way into the far too tight feline's quivering snatch even as she twisted beneath him to bite down into his wrist in order to muffle her blissful cries.

Oh, but her teeth were as sharp as her cunt was wet and tight! At once, he growled, reflexively baring his teeth as he closed his broad jaws around her delicate little throat, intending to cow the-

*SMACK*

The blow was as sudden as it was unexpected as the lioness's heavy paw thumped into his nose, momentarily dazing the stunned canine.

"Uh-Uh! Bad dog. You fuck me nice or you don't play. You either bite gentle or not at all mister." She scolded him like a disobedient pup while Isiat chuckled from the side, stepping forward.

"Come on then Trevor. You're keeping the lady waiting." Came his dark, mischievous voice, clearly having more planned yet. Growling, the brown and black Malinois put his hips back into overdrive, pinning Shadi by the shoulders while his muzzle sought out her tits again. His tail wagged like an eager mutt, but in truth, he didn't care much anymore. His knot throbbed almost painfully, and instinct was demanding he cram it into the bitch under him.

"In in in. Ahhhh~ Give it to me. Breed a kitty good." Shadi all but begged under the male, her paws tangling in the bare for of his shoulders as she used her thighs grip on his waist to pull him closer with each thrust. He could feel hit tip battering the back of her passage, making her moan loudly with each rapid thrust as she desperately tried to get his knot in her.

He wasn't even going to ask at this point if he should have had protection. They were well and truly past that, and if she was whimpering like a slut for his knot, then anything her voyeur of a kitsune partner could have said wasn't going to persuade him to dump his virile and pent up cum wad anywhere but in the willing cat.

But then the kitsune was no longer leaning against the wall nearby. A sudden, gripping pressure around his knot made him whip his head around, a second paw grabbing the Malinois by the base of his swishing tail. Something cool and slimy smeared across his bare rump. A growl built in his throat but was quickly silenced as the paw around the swollen base of his knot shoved him forwards, sinking it firmly against the lioness who only moaned in response.

"None of that now. We're all friends after all. I let you fuck my wife, so I expect something in turn. Besides." The kitsune snarled, making it very quickly and readily apparent who was in charge of the situation as Shadi pushed her spread cunt urgently around Trevor's knot. The pair didn't give Trevor time to adjust to the drastic change of role. The lube covered vulpine's hot, dappled prick speared his canine tail star open and forced Trevor's cock into the feline in a single, smooth thrust.

Beneath him, Shadi moaned at the sight, her husband unashamedly making his dominance clear in the most feral, primal way possible. Even better than seeing two rival males fight over her was seeing two fuck over her, literally and figuratively.

She panted heavily under Trevor as Isiat quickly set a pace that made the Malinois grunt, his teeth nipping and tugging at Shadi's breast in between his powerful jaws, though now he took more care about it, rasping his tongue over her sensitive flesh. It made her entire body thrum in the most wickedly delightful way, watching her husband see another male trying to out stake his claim upon her fertility, and then turn about to reinforce his own by making them submit to him. Isiat enjoyed having the cat everyone wanted to fuck wrapped around his finger, if the rings Trevor had failed to notice were any indication. Secretly, Shadi has hoped they'd be caught. Isiat had almost bet on it.

Trevor huffed. This wasn't his first experience being on the bottom, but typically he tried to avoid it. On deployment, it was easy to get bored and fall into a routine of mutual relief when it was needed and convenient, as long as you were discrete. This was neither convenient nor discrete, and he could feel the vulpine's prick trying to rearrange his insides even as his canine knot did its best to rearrange the lioness's.

Her cunt was clenching almost rhythmically about the thick length of his shaft, while his sphincter did the same for the fox, timed between thrusts like he was clenching down to keep the fox buried in his ass.

"Ahhh, easy boys, there's plenty of me to go around~" The lioness moaned softly, her paws clawing gently down Trevor's back in an almost praising touch while her husband fucked the male into her.

Wet slaps echoed around the alleyway, the scent of lust and heat and fuck heavy in the air as the three rutting beasts pleasured and were pleasured in turn.

They fucked like a stack of feral animals piled upon each other, guttural growls and moans and grunts shared between the trio. Shadi was in her own little world of bliss, both getting herself a strong, rough fuck while getting her very own perverse little show from her mate and master.

"Come on the Trevor. Give her that knot I can tell you're damn close." The kitsune chuckled in his ear, earning a mock growl in response as he began to buck himself into Shadi and back against the vulpine with a renewed vigour.

"Would have been closer if you hadn't decided to join in without notice..."

Isiat smirked and nipped at the dog's ears, his paws grabbing the athletic canine around the waist, fingers creeping down towards the Malinois' furred sac, clenched tight against his sheathe. He gave an appraising squeeze that prompted the mutt to buck forwards, his knot pushing hard against Shadi's stretched cunt.

"Nah, you're close.... I can tell. Go on them. Give the cat her cream."

The Malinois's growls and panting filled Shadi's big ears, and his teeth quickly found one and closed on it as he gave a last few rough bucks into her. Her body milked him like a machine as he jackhammered, the twin pleasures of fucking and being fucked at once making his peak rise all too quick. His knot expanded outwards, and with his next thrust, he forced it into her and found she was too tight, and it too big to remove when his hips came back.

He didn't have to wait long. The vulpine's knot battered its way past his rhythmically clenching tail ring as he started dumping himself into the horny, heat-stricken cat under him, and the fox did likewise to his prostate.

The blissful high didn't seem to end, just the sounds of panting mutts and purring sluts in the alleyway. Overhead, the light flickered. Trevor's nuts emptied themselves into the whorishly moaning and squirming feline, her body milking him for all she was worth. They'd be tied for a good long while at this rate, and even as the vulpine grinding against his rear leaned over, he found he didn't mind quite so much. Oh, there would be some explaining to do later...

"So, what do you think Shadi? Shall we keep him?"

Shadi's eyes groggily opened, and she leaned up, placing a sweet kiss upon the side of Trevor's snout. His expression had gone from one of cocky arrogance to that of a hound that had vastly underestimated the fight in its prey.

The vulpine, still knotted beneath his flicking tail, reached over for his jacket, and Trevor blinked, finally getting a good look at the kitsune's dress jacket. The rank tabs on the shoulders were a crown and two bath stars. The collar pins were of a flaming Excalibur, and there was exactly one unit that used that.

Fuck.

"Oh, don't worry Trevor. Shadi won't tell a soul about this little tryst, but... You might have to pay a visit this weekend. We'll find you some leave time. Maybe we can bring you in on a little running bet of sorts."